Mun Rá (part. Rincon Sapiência e BK)

My Ra (feat. Rincon Sapiência and BK)

Leblon girl, red lipstick
Was seen with Jow, working out in the square
Sabote, Canão, calls on the sound
The peace of the brothers from all over the hood
Sabotage, brother Anísio, I see, diabolical, check, analyze
A white and a black united, answers that silence the ridiculous

Before it even starts, someone wants your end
I'm not Mun-Rá, but I do have my pit bulls by my side
To arrive unnoticed, I have the sheet of good rosemary
For protection, the freedom of my little brothers
The blacks want silver without tasting the tears
Without needing to take hostages, be a hostage of the bank
Sabota and the charm of a Bantu man
For the favela to be a good place, he sang to the saint

❲?❳ comes, goes, goes and comes
Wanting to understand who is who
In the roar of the engine, there's the ❲?❳ 1100
The hood wants to fly, what's the problem?
XRE roars, a Dom Perrier goes down
The system is poison, we don't want to be sommeliers
Salute, paths that open up, ogunhê
A good place for the favela to one day be proud

Pay attention, Nanato, the fools are scheming in the hill
They said you can shoot, then maybe they'll come to help
But watch out, the guy is a louse, he's always one of ours
My enemy has an Astra, boat, Blazer, also has a motorcycle
South, Canão, my neighborhood, I bolted, left no trace
They said, yes, they forged that I saw, twelve joints in the breath
In the neighborhood, I pick up my son, in faith he was coming, in faith I will follow
God save me from the cops' aim, but, man, I don't stay, I don't play, not even a fly
Man, I only see the wreckage
Of the poor who wake up with hatred
The angel from heaven cannot be guilty
Those who come from the streets, don't play easy
Like an invader, dark, fire against fire
Lúcio Flávio, crazy, a crow

I'm a hoodlum, yes, and there I go, jow
It's one, two to catch, so, police, get off my back
For my relief, I want a joint
Once again, the swarm that provokes is the zica
I'm a hoodlum, yes, and there I go, jow
It's one, two to catch, so, police, get off my back
For my relief, I want a joint
Once again, the swarm that provokes is the zica

Passing on the right vision to my people
To sing with an open heart and be straight talk that the favela won
Tired of walking in the dark
Carrying my cross, but without losing my light, faith in God
To be a source of pride for the old lady
After being the subject of the ladies' prayers
Growing wings, money flies
Whether in RJ or in the land of drizzle, huh
Enjoying a dance with the hottest girl
In my pocket, there's my silver
On my body, there's the Prada
No slip-up, just follow my path, oh
Excuse me, I still take this seriously
Since sixteen, I want to save the world with verses
When the wave passes, don't stay submerged
For the black, peace, power, and progress

I'm a hoodlum, yes, and there I go, jow
It's one, two to catch, so, police, get off my back
For my relief, I want a joint
Once again, the swarm that provokes is the zica
I'm a hoodlum, yes, and there I go, jow
It's one, two to catch, so, police, get off my back
For my relief, I want a joint
Once again, the swarm that provokes is the zica
I'm a hoodlum, yes, and there I go, jow
It's one, two to catch, so, police, get off my back
For my relief, I want a joint
Once again, the swarm that provokes is the zica
I'm a hoodlum, yes, and there I go, jow
It's one, two to catch, so, police, get off my back
For my relief, I want a joint
Once again, the swarm that provokes is the zica